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Do you remember going to the hair salon as a child? 

The buzz of girl talk and hairspray filled the air with a soft haze of enchantment. When It was my turn, I would climb into my stylist’s chair and watch the mirror closely as she worked her magic.

Her art was time-consuming but worth every minute. When she was done with her masterpiece, she’d pass the hand mirror to me for a closer look. My eyes would light up at the sight of the finished product but my daze would soon after be broken by a roll of thunder.